O Come, Loud Anthems Let Us Sing

O come

loud an­thems let us sing

Loud thanks to our al­migh­ty king;

For we our voic­es high should raise

When our sal­va­tion’s rock we praise.

Into His pre­sence let us haste

To thank Him for His fa­vors past;

To Him ad­dress

in joy­ful songs

The praise that to His name be­longs.

The depths of earth are in His hand

Her sec­ret wealth at His com­mand;

The strength of hills that reach the skies

Subjected to His em­pire lies.

O let us to His courts re­pair

And bow with ad­or­ation there;

Down on our knees

de­vout­ly all

Before the Lord

our mak­er

fall.